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All swirl and twirl, their dance begun.

Spring's blossom - ballet reign's the air.

Now comes the hour, their time soon run

To bless the earth yet perish there.

Against a verdant backdrop green

Each tiny flake spins out a light.

A thousand now the air careen,

To touch the ground, their sweet goodnight.

But while their stage is still fresh set

They catch the eye with snowflake bloom.

To leap and jig, and piruette,

The rythmic beat of spring's last tune.